Olivers.
Su Mingan's pupils narrowed instantly, and some intense emotions were surging in his heart. He couldn't express it accurately, but he felt a faint sadness enveloping him.
...I see. So that's how it is.
So this is how "Olivis" came about.
It is not the name of a certain family, nor the honorific name of a certain nobleman.
It is a representation, a proof, and a responsibility.
Xiaobai is "Olives", Ijurel is "Olives", Si Que is also "Olives". I'm afraid there are many more "Olives" who he doesn't know and have passed away.
Now, he has also become "Oliviers".
——So, at the beginning of the copy, when Dragon Emperor and others were yelling "Olivers", was he actually calling Si Que or Su Ming'an?
Xiaobai patted his cheek gently, making his empty and vast eyes gradually clear.
Those elegant eyes like lotus reflected his stunned expression.
The clouds are misty and the lotus fragrance is lingering.
The sun rises and the sky is filled with red clouds.
…
"Su Mingan Olivers."
"Now, I grant you the pen of my destiny, and command you to be the creator of the world."
"Remember."
"I don't ask you to write a brilliant epic."
"I only ask you to write a story of peace and prosperity for the country and the people."
…
Before fate leads to the inevitable death.
——Hope and attachment came to him one step ahead.
…
…
[“Waha… Master is old and weak, and it is difficult for him to leave the sacred mountain. Are you willing to take over Master’s feather pen, collect the memory lenses for Master, and write about Cangshan and Erhai? Write about the vast mountains and rivers?”]
[On the sacred mountain, the clouds are hazy, and a white-haired old man strokes his beard and smiles. ]
[In front of the old man is a pink-haired girl about seven or eight years old.]
[The pink-haired girl laughed: "Master is finally willing to hand over the brush to your disciple? Your disciple is willing!"]
[“Haha… you agreed so quickly. But do you know what picking up the feather pen means?” The old man laughed.]
[“I don’t know! I only know that I like to write stories!” The pink-haired girl put down the bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth, and spoke eloquently at such a young age: “If writing stories can save the world from danger, stop the killing, turn the evil deeds into fire, and bring peace to the world, all I have to pay is a piece of paper, a brush, and ink, I am willing!”]
[“Okay! Okay! Cough, cough, cough…” The old man smiled, and suddenly he started coughing violently, his cough was heart-wrenching.]
[“Master, hasn’t your body always been healthy? Why is it…” The pink-haired girl showed a worried look. ]
【“Egyptian.” The old man suddenly became serious. 】
【“Disciple is here!” The pink-haired girl stood up immediately. 】
[“You have to remember one thing… ‘Creation’ is a gift from the world to us to realize all our crazy ideals and absurd fantasies, but it is also the source of the devil that plunges us into madness and chaos.” said the old man.]
[The pink-haired girl looked confused.]
[“This world is fair. When humans recklessly use fantasy to rewrite the true face of this world, to fight against the evil dragons, demons, and undead spirits that have existed since ancient times... who knows what price we will pay?” The old man smiled and shook his head:]
[“Ijulaire, since humans moved to this world in the First Age, they have known that we are the most common, weakest, and most unwilling creatures. Casadia has turned the peaceful world into a dangerous world full of fantasy creatures. We are as small as sand in front of creatures such as dragons and angels.”]
[“Those powerful creatures have strong bodies. They can burn to death human warriors who have trained for a lifetime with just a breath of fire.”]
[“But, we also have our own weapons. We have wisdom, calmness, and extremely unwilling fantasies.”]
【“Master…” the pink-haired girl murmured. 】
[The old man patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder, his cloudy eyes flashed with a clear light:]
[“The First Era was called the ‘Age of Darkness’. Under the oppression of powerful creatures, humans, as creatures at the bottom of the food chain, quickly decreased by more than half. But in our Second Era, the most dazzling gem, ‘Genesis’, appeared.”]
[“As long as we are willing to write our own stories, everyone can change their destiny and no longer be helpless. From now on, we are no longer at the bottom of the food chain, but can soar into the sky.”]
[The pink-haired girl nodded heavily: "Master, now that 'Creation' has appeared, should we seek revenge? In the First Age, those dragons, demons, and angels regarded humans as ants. Now we finally have weapons. We want to make humans the new masters of Rovatha! Regain our dignity as human beings!"]
[However, the old man stroked his beard and shook his head slowly:]
…
No, no…
My disciples...
What we want is not for humans to be superior to other races, but for humans and all races to pick up the weapons to change their destiny and learn to spread their wings and fly.
To be peacemakers, not new oppressors.
——What we want is symbiosis, mutual benefit, and the freedom to breathe under the same sky.
"Creation" is the gift that the world gives to all living things.
…
[“Ijuu, any power has a price, and ‘Creation’ is no exception.”]
【“Every drop of ink we use comes from our own soul and life.”】
[“Some people have extremely high spiritual energy. They have sufficient fantasy and a rich soul that can support them in creating a lifetime.”]
[“Some people lack spiritual energy, and creation is like squeezing toothpaste, and soon they can’t write anything.”]
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